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[hr][center][b][color=ff5fc0]Location:[/color] Her Room & On the Street
[color=ff5fc0]Interacting With:[/color] Everyone Via Text [@HushedWhispers] [@Universorum] [@Xtreme] [@ChaoticFox] [@lopsided] [@Aewin] [@SgtEasy] [@rougeLily] [@Legion02] [@Lady Amalthea]
[color=ff5fc0]Date:[/color] April 25th[/b][/center][hr]

Melrose sat in her computer chair, staring at both the text she received and the Disneyland ticket. She had barely even met her room mates or even had time to [i]really[/i] talk with them, let alone form attachments to anyone, and yet here she was - going to Disneyland with a bunch of strangers. They had apparently saw it fit to invite her for reasons honestly beyond her, but when the ads of saying this was one of the most community-based apartments in San Fran, they weren't kidding! She had never been invited out of the blue like this. Still, she quietly wondered if they'd change their tune once they got to know her. It wasn't like Rose was a pain to be around or she was a terrible person, but it always seemed that she was a ghost, someone that was easily forgettable. She did promise Kass though.

Her eyes glazed over her packed bags, having done it the night before - she enjoyed being prepared ahead of time. So when the text came beeping across her phone (they had somehow convinced her to give up her phone number already), it was no surprise... only she wasn't sure who to go with or what car to hop in. She supposed, any would do? Goodness, she had never even been to Disneyland. What did one do there?

[center][color=ff5fc0][b]To Everyone:[/b]
Uhhh... I'll just ride with anyone who has room?[/color][/center]

Rose did have her own car, but so did a ton of the others and if she could help it, she wanted to be a passenger - she hated driving for long periods of time. She locked her phone again and placed it against the table for a moment as she stood up, double checking she had everything - laptop included. Once she was satisfied, she drugged her bags downstairs and ended up on the sidewalk, awkwardly looking around and waiting. She had gone with a light blue t-shirt, a plain magenta skirt that fell to just above her knees, and sandals that wrapped around her ankles. She saw two women talking not too far from her - which she forgot the names of - but chose not to stand [i]too[/i] close. It was a bad habit of hers or just something every introvert did, but she really wasn't the type to approach other people very well.